Flowers

Treat me like I'm your favorite flower.

Tell me that I'm your favorite scent and that the odors of roses pale in comparison.

Show me that I am the white, drowning among a sea of red.

Act like I am a tulip,

that closes when the sun sets,

And you must see every inch of my body before I close and disappear.

Hold me like I'm delicate-

I promise I am.

But take heed of my thorns-

I promise I'm not weak.